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SCENE I. THE FOREST NEAR THE CAVE.
Clo. I am near to the place where they should meet, if Pisanio have mapped it truly. How fit his garments serve me! Why should his mistress, who was made by him that made the tailor, not be fit too? the rather (saying reverence of the word) for 'tis said, a woman's fitness come by fits. Therein I must play the workman. I dare speak it to myself (for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass to confer; in his own chamber, I mean), the lines of my body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions: yet this imperseverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off; thy mistress enforced; thy garments cut to pieces before thy face and all this done, spurn her home to her father: who may, haply, be a little angry for my so rough usage: but my mother, having power of his testiness, shall turn all into my coinmendations. My horse is tied up safe: out, sword, and to a sore purpose! Fortune put them into my hand! This is the very description of their meeting-place; and the fellow dares not deceive me. [exit. Enter, from the cave, Belarius, Guiderius, Arviragus, and Imogen.
SCENE 1I. BEFORE THE CAVE.
Bel. You are not well: [to Imogen] remain here in the cave;
We'll come to you after hunting
Arv. Brother, stay here: Are we not brothers ?
Which I have spoke of, whereunto your levy
Tri. We will discharge our duty.
Is breach of all. I am ill; but your being by me
Imo. So man and man should be;
Gui. Go you to hunting, I'll abide with him. Imo. So sick I am not ;-yet I am not well: But not so citizen a wanton, as
That since the common men are now in action
To seem to die, ere sick: so please you, leave me; Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
Tri. Remaining aow in Gallia 1 Sen. With those legions
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
Gui. I love thee; I have spoke it:
Bel. What? how? how?
Arv. If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me In my good brother's fault: I know not why I love this youth; and I have heard you say, Love's reason's without reason; the bier at door, And a demand who is't shall die, I'd say, My father, not this youth. Bel. O noble strain!
[aside. O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards, and base things stre base: [grace. Nature hath meal, and bran; contempt and I am not their father; yet who this should be, Doth miracle itself, lov'd before me.— Tis the ninth hour o'the morn. Arv. Brother, farewell. Imo. I wish ye sport. Arv. You health. So please you, sir. Imo. [aside] These are kind creatures. what lies I have heard!
Our courtiers say, all's savage, but at court:
Gui. I could not stir him
He said, he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Arv. Thus did he answer me: yet said hereafter I might know more.
Bel. To the field, to the field:—
We'll leave you for this time; go in, and rest
Bel. Pray, be not sick,
For you must be our housewife.
Imo. Well, or ill,
I am bound to you.
Bel. And so shalt be ever. [exit Imogen. This youth, howe'er distress'd, appears, he hath had Good ancestors.
Arv. How angel-like he sings!
Gui. But his neat cookery! He cuts our roots At fools I laugh, not fear them.
And sauc'd our broths, as Juno had been sick, And he her dieter.
Arv. Nobly he yokes
A smiling with a sigh: as if the sigh
Was that it was, for not being such a smile;
Gui. I do note,
That grief and patience, rooted in him both, Mingle their spurs together.
Arv. Grow, patience!
And let the stinking elder, grief, untwine
Clo. I cannot find those runagates; that villain Hath mock'd me:-I am faint.
Bel. Those runagates!
Means he not us? I partly know him: 'tis
I know 'tis he:-
That fly me thus? some villain mountaineers ?
More slavish did I ne'er, than answering
Clo. Thou art a robber,
Nay, to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know I'm son to the queen.
Gui. I'm sorry for't; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.
Clo. Art not afear'd?
Gui. Those that I reverence, those I fear; the
Clo. Die the death: When I have slain thee with my proper hand, I'll follow those that even now fled hence, Aud on the gates of Lud's town set your heads: Yield, rustic mountaineer. [exeunt fighting. Enter Belarius and Arviragus.
Bel. No company's abroad.
Arv. None in the world: you did mistake him, sure.
Bel. I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him, But time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of favour
Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice, And burst of speaking, were as his; I am absolute, 'Twas very Cloten.t
Arv. In this place we left them:
Gui. This Cloten was a fool; an empty purse There was no money in't: not Hercules
Could have knock'd out his brains, for he had
Yet I not doing this, the fool had borne
Bel. What hast thou done?
Gui. I am perfect, what: cut off one Cloten's
Son to the queen, after his own report;
And set them on Lud's town.
Bel. We are all undone.
Gui. Why, worthy father, what have we to lose But, that he swore to take, our lives? The law Protects not us: then why should we be tender To let an arrogant piece of flesh threat us; Play judge, and executioner, all himself; For we do fear the law? What company Discover you abroad?
Bel. No single soul
Can we set eye on: but, in all safe reason, He must have some attendants. Though his humour
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Was nothing but mutation; ay, and that s
(As it is like him), might break out, and swear
He'd fetch us in; yet is't not probable
Or they so suffering: then on good ground we Triumphs for nothing, and lamenting toys,
Re-enter Arviragus, bearing Imogen us dead, iz his arms.
Bel. Look, here he comes,
And brings the dire occasion in his arms,
Of what we blame him for!
Arv. The bird is dead,
To hunt this day: the boy Fidele's sickness
That we have made so much on. I had rather
Gui. With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have To have turn'd my leaping-time into a crutch, Than have seen this.
If we do fear this body hath a tail
Arv. Let ordinance
Come as the gods foresay it: howsoe'er,
Bel. I had no mind
His head from him: I'll throw it into the creek
Bel. I fear, 'twill be reveng'd::
Would, Polydore, thou hadst not done't! though
Arv. 'Would I had done't,
So the revenge alone pursued me!-Polydore,
That possible strength might meet, would seek
Bel. Well, 'tis done :
We'll hunt no more to-day, nor seek for danger
Arv. Poor sick Fidele!
I'll willingly to him: to gain his colour,
And praise myself for charity.
Bel. O thou goddess,
Thou divine Nature, how thyself thou blazon'st
It did not speak before. All solemn things
The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor
Gui. Pr'ythee, have done;
And do not play in wench-like words with that
Arv. Say, where shall's lay him?
And let us, Polydore, though now our voices
As once our mother; use like note, and words.
Gui. Where's my brother?
I have sent Cloten's clotpole down the stream,
Bel. My ingenious instrument!
Gui. Is he at home?
Bel. He went hence even now.
Gui. What does he mean? since death of my Save that Euriphile must be Fidele.
I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee: | But, soft! no bed-fellow:-O, gods and god. For notes of sorrow, out of tune, are worse desses! [seeing the body. These flowers are like the pleasures of the world; This bloody man, the care on't.—I hope, I dream;
Than priests and fanes that lie.
Arv. We'll speak it then.
Bel. Great griefs, I see, medicine the less: For, so, I thought I was a cave-keeper,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Arv. Fear no more the frown o'the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Gui. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Arv. Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Gui. Fear not slander, censure rash; Arv. Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: Both. All lovers young, all love:s must Consign to thee, and come to dust. Gui. No exorciser harm thee!! Arv. Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Gui. Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Arv. Nothing ill come near thee! Both. Quiet consummation have; And renowned be thy grave!
Re-enter Belarius, with the body of Cloten. Gui. We have done our obsequies: come, lay him down.
[more: Bel. Here's a few flowers; but about midnight, The herbs, that have on them cold dew o'the night, [faces:Are strewings fitt'st for graves.-Upon their You were as flowers, now wither'd: even so These herb'lets shall, which we upon you strow. Come on, away: apart upon your knees. The ground, that gave them first, has them again: Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
[exeunt Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus. Imo. [awaking] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is the way?I thank you. By yon bush?-Pray, how far
And cook to honest creatures: but 'tis not so; 'Twas but a bolt of nothing, shot at nothing, Which the brain makes of fumes: our very eyes Are sometimes like our judgements, blind. Good faith,
I tremble still with fear: but if there be
The brawns of Hercules: but his Jovial faceMurder in heaven?-How?-'Tis gone.-Pisanio,
All curses madded Hecuba gave the Greeks,
Pisanio might have kill'd thee at the heart,
'Tis he, and Cloten: malice and lucre in them Have laid this woe here. O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant
The drug he gave me, which, he said, was precious
Cap. To them, the legions garrison'd in Gallia, After your will, have cross'd the sea; attending You here at Milford-Haven, with your ships: They are here in readiness.
Luc. But what from Rome?
Be muster'd; bid the captains look to't.-Now,
Ods pittikins!-can it be six miles yet?
I have gone all night;-'Faith, I'll lie down and (I fast, and pray'd, for their intelligence) Thus;
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd
Luc. Dream often so,
And never false.-Soft, ho! what trunk is here
Imo. I am nothing: or if not, 195
That here by mountaineers lies slain :-Alas!
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Cap. He is alive, my lord.
Luc. He'll then instruct us of this body. Dost seem so ignorant, we'll enforce it from thes
By a sharp torture.
Pis. Sir, my life is yours,
Inform us of thy fortunes; for, it seems,
Luc. 'Lack, good youth!
Thou mov'st no less with thy complaining, than
They'll pardon it. Say you, sir?
Luc. Thy name;
Lic. Thou dost approve thyself the very same:
I'll hide my master from the flies, as deep
And on it said a century of prayers,
Such as I can, twice o'er, I'll weep, and sigh;
SCENE III. A ROOM IN CYMBELINE'S PALACE.
Cym. Again; and bring me word, how 'tis with
Luc. Ay, good youth:
And rather father thee, than master thee.-
The boy hath taught us manly duties: let us
Find out the prettiest daizied plot we can,
And make him with our pikes and partisans
A grave: come, arm him.-Boy, he is preferr'd
By thee to us; and he shall be interr'd
As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes;
How deeply you at once do touch me! Imogen,
The day that she was missing, he was here:
There wants no diligence in seeking him,
And will, no doubt, be found.
Cym. The time's troublesome :
We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy [to Pis.
1 Lord. So please your majesty,
1 Lord. Good my liege.
Your preparation can affront no less
Than what you hear of: come more, for more
The want is, but to put those powers in motion,
Cym. I thank you: let's withdraw:
Pis. I heard no letter from my master, since
These present wars shall find I love my country,
We fear not
SCENE IV. BEFORE THE CAVE.
Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Arviragus.
Bel. Let us from it.
Arv. What pleasure, sir, find we in life, to From action and adventure!
Gui. Nay; what hope